The Dream

I was in a ocean,the water warm,the sea life so beautiful,it was so peaceful...to peaceful.My dad , a tall bulky man with slick black hair and piercing blue eyes ,had been swimming with me second ago, I had went underwater for a few seconds then when I went back up he dissapeared.Suddenly the water got warmer than it was and I saw red, immediately I knew what was happening when I saw wide shape of the hammer head shark.It was attacking my dad and when It was done I had been swimming back to shore, I turned back for a glance which I regret and everything happened so quickly that I didnt even realize when the hammer head was right in front of me,charging,mouth open,sharp teeth ready to peice my skull.

I woke up in a cold sweat in my bed,still shaking from the dream.I looked over to my bedside table, on it was a picture of my dad,me and my mom.I felt tears roll down my cheeks. My mom had blamed me for the death of my father and hated me for being a wolf.I always reminded her of him and that led to me getting a bottle of whiskey thrown at me or a black eye with a few cuts.